That Zamak makes some of the strangest creatures. Looking like tourists from some blobject obsessed alternaverse, they refuse to exist in three dimensions. These aren’t sculptures. They’re images crafted out of Cinema 4D, Vray, and Photoshop. Being unversed in image forensics and often absent from French class, I never would have guessed.
Luckily, I read an interview with him.
Perhaps because I spent my childhood suckling at Mother Science Fiction’s three-tits but Zamak does what I think art should do: He makes things that are only useless because their use is beyond us. It’s a super-myth ideal. It’s only form because we cannot yet supply it with function. But once we can, the future should look like this.
